Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about... Strawberry fields forever.
"Than as it was, than
again it will be. And though the course may change sometimes,
rivers always reach the sea... Changes fill my time, baby that's alright with me... In the mids I think of you and how it used to be... Do you ever really loved somebody, and really need 'em bad? Do you ever really loved somebody, the best love you ever had?"